From the Deep, a Tenderness [Tiefenruf]

Before we were born, we knew the language of water.

Spirits and Beings are in every river, every spring, every tide. Water is presence. It is memory. It is one of the places where the boundary between worlds grows thin enough to cross.

Beings of pure feeling, without an immortal soul, who could only gain one through love.

This one reminds us that the boundaries between worlds are more permeable than we believe. That nature carries consciousness. That the deepest truth is not found through seeking but through listening.

You do not need to go anywhere to find it. You only need to stop moving long enough to hear what has been waiting beneath the surface of your life all along. It does not require understanding. It requires only willingness to sit with what you feel before you name it, to let the water inside you be still, to trust that what rises from that stillness is not darkness but the oldest, most tender part of who you are.

Sometimes answers are found through reaching down instead of letting go.

To live with this piece is to live with a reminder that you once knew the language of water. That you still do. That beneath the noise and the forgetting, something in you will always listen.